Hi There, My name's Mana and you've just clicked onto my first story...
It's a NarutoXGaara fic so if your not a yaoi fan please click back because it will be going there and I don't want your immature flames...
For the rest of you, WELCOME. This is my first fanfiction and the general idea is a post-apocalyptic scene where Jinchuuriki are feared and hated. Eventually it'll be Yaoi and hopefully it will go well.
Anyway please don't mind my terrible grammar, I tried my best. This is just the prologue to explain the scenery and ect...
Critic is welcome, ideas are welcome and praise is definitely welcome!
So enjoy!
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Prologue
Today, green is a colour I don't see very often, things have drastically changed in the last five-hundred years. The old world no longer exists and in it's place, a world full of pain and suffering, a world ruled by harsh shapes and an even harsher climate.
Those who still suffer through life can either be deemed as lucky for surviving, or unlucky for that same reason. Life is no longer easy and it hasn't been for a long time.
Food is scarce and water often inaccessible, it feels to those left behind here that we're forgotten. The only thing that watches over us now is the callous red sun. The edges of this new sun are the dull colour of dried blood, perhaps this is god's symbolism for our future; perhaps we are destined to die.
This sun is surrounded by a muddy red sky, only in books is the sky remembered to be blue or anything else. The sea reflects our sky, creating the image of a sea of blood but no one minds because we've seen nothing else.
The buildings are in ruin, everything is tinged red and the people who are isolated into broken groups survive on what remains. The soil is acidic and the rain, often filled with chemicals. As a result the plants have all but died; leaving few sole survivors to adapt into dark and unappealing undergrowth. What remain of the animals are small sickly populations, more unfortunate then the humans, because of limited intelligence. Often found dead, without ways to find food as we would or subjected to levels of radiation to high for them to cope. What remains we salvage as an attempt to find solace and a future.
Do we have one?
Demons now roam the deteriorated lands however they're not from hell but instead from us, the Homo sapiens. Through our scientific progress and chemical pollution we've twisted nature far beyond the breaking point. To everyone's horror we've created new and disturbing mutations, creatures who have adapted, diseases which have developed and combined, we have nurtured the existence of our own personal Demons.
As punishment this creatures we've created what nothing more than to rip the flesh from our bones, to consume as a meal or just for entertainment.
We tried our best to counter-act these creations. Through the use of more scientific processes humans created the Jinchuuriki, humans with a little bit of home-made Demon sealed inside. The Jinchuuriki's instincts are to fight the demons, killing without mercy, eyes filled with crimson rage. They are known to be sadistic and cruel.
Today no one knows how to make Jinchuuriki anymore but remnants of the first collection still echo through society. However that doesn't mean they don't exist now because the children of the Jinchuuriki do, cursed to live lonely, violent lives. No on wants them any more, they're bad luck because of their nature and because they magnetize Demons. It's all part of the Jinchuuriki's curse. They are shunned from society, beaten for talking and killed for the sake of "justice" to "protect" the rest of our dieing souls. No one remembers that they created these children and that their purpose was to protect society not to live outside of it and to die for such simple and cruel reasons.
Humans have little power any more but we cling to the sentiments that we still have freedom and choice. In a world were no one trusts one another and civilization breaks down, we try to survive because it's our most powerful instinct. Doomed to struggle forward and never give in, we lose ourselves.
Our existence is at its last stand, grumbling into nothing, with nobody to save us but ourselves although...
What will we lose in exchange?
Please Review if you think this is worth my time!
Mana